on the moon’s edges
a narcissus weeps, strangled
in blossom’s caress
© Zelda Reville
Eclipse
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
on the moon’s edges
a narcissus weeps, strangled
in blossom’s caress
© Zelda Reville
Zelda Reville 
That’s awesome.
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Thank you, it came from a dream I had, definitely had to write it down before it disappeared….
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Oh, wow…wow….wow..
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Like the myth of Narcissus and Echo… destroyed from someone’s love of it.
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That’s a nice mythological perspective on the haiku – honestly, I didn’t know what to make of it 😂
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Really? I have to read that. I know the tale of Narcissus; not sure about Echo. I’ll have to check it out. Does anyone know of any good sources? (I still haven’t even read Ayn Rand, yet…)
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I think this might help: http://www.theoi.com/Nymphe/NympheEkho.html
Additionally this website seems like a great area for Greek mythology. I keep wanting to check it out, but I keep losing my way inside many rabbit holes on the Internet…
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It’s from Ovid’s Metamorphoses I know it, but there are probably different versions with different stories. But in Ovid, Echo falls in love with Narcissus but he rejects her, and also she’s had a curse put on her by Juno which means she echoes what anyone else has said and can’t speak for herself, and so also felt she’d made a fool of herself. So she puts a curse on Narcissus that he will fall in love with someone who he can never have. And so he falls in love with himself, his own reflection in a pond. And he pines away gazing at this person he can never reach until he withers away, and then turns into a Narcissi flower.
It’s sad for Echo and Narcissus.
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Thanks! I know what you mean 😃
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I just read the Echo and Narcissus story at the site you linked me to. It was really nice. Enjoyed getting lost there for a few. That rhymes; should I post it?
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It sounds good to me! 😀
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I just turned it into something.
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Thanks, Julia! Your precis was precise! Succinct, yet far more comprehensive than even the site I just visited. Yes, definitely no nectar, as Fate would have it…
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Thank you, and I’m not sure what that last part means…
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No nectar of the gods for them, as determined by Fate.
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Ah k now I understand. Yeah, a lot of stories have really sad endings, though the characters always survive in some way as something. But some characters have really happy endings. I think it’s a good lesson on fate, as you can never tell… it seems more like chance – like fate – what will happen.
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https://trailingsomething.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/echoes/ This is a poem I wrote about it too actually, though it’s slightly different to the story, and kind of about how we can be wrapped up in ourselves and our own perceptions, but really that ‘we are all one’ kind of thing, and how the echoes could also be empathy
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great brevity here. 🙂
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Thank you 😀
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